From here to there and back again, or the journey from top to bottom and side to side. An eclectic blog for reviews and poetry. Television, film and theater with an occasional random choice.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

an idle man

what a lazed and idle man i am todaychasing coffees, done sweet with liquorkissing that soft breeze wound loosesitting by and giving ogles to the strangersshuffling down this country lane

if you bring a melon, red and tastyfull of summer and late day raini can tell your rightful futurewhether sorrow or father's joyi can see the long processiondressed in black and singing gracewinding past the old white steeplegiving peal and melancholybinding tight your final day

if you bring some farmer's whiskeykegged where neighbor's never spyi will twirl the airs and bring you visionsshape the clouds that weigh on highwe can sit and rouse some chattersroll your dice and shuffle cardstil you see your loves and fortunesall your days and all their hourswill pass like shimmers in the glass

i have a chair gone soft and shakyfrom telling tales and sipping ginsitting neath these green magnoliassmelling up sweet granny's jasmineand running through the silky air

i am a man gone lazed and idleselling stories and taking coinstaking gifts from far off placeshere where the end is ever near

so take a seat down on the mossesclose your eyes and listen strongi know some rare and strangesome storieswe'll savor breath, be glad of livingyou are a prize come free unbiddenhere where the end is ever near